He held her tight against him with one hand while the other searched for the zipper of her skirt, found it, unfastened and zipped it down, giving the waistband a tug and moving away from her, momentarily, to allow her skirt to fall to the floor around her ankles. Quickly, then, he clasped her close, his mouth welded to hers, his hot hands digging into the rounded hemispheres of her firm young buttocks that were covered, now, only by a wisp of white nylon panty. Tighter yet, he forced his pelvis against her, his height placing the throbbing bulge of his erection hard and unresisting against the softness of her belly. She could feel it outlined there long and hard… and, to her complete surprise an uncontrollable tremor of desire rippled through her.

My God! Something… something entirely unwanted was happening inside her. She was actually feeling ungovernable little sensations of sexual excitement that seemed to alternate with those other feelings of shame and repulsion at his demanding hands and mouth upon her. Momentarily, again, she tried to resist him, attempting to pull away, but as she opened her mouth to shout out negative words, to scream, if necessary, his tongue pillaged her mouth, slipping past the barrier of her teeth to joust with her mobile lingual member. Galvanic sensations shot through her, and she relaxed into his arms, her mouth beginning to suck, her own tongue searching for more of the essence of his lustful mouth.

"Oh… oh… oh…!" she moaned, as he drew her unresisting body down to the soft cushions of the davenport, a sinewy hand covering a full, up-tilted breast, instantly, to massage and tantalize.

Ray broke the contact of their kiss, and as he pushed her back on the cushions, smiled down at her, a smile of pure lust, his hands never leaving her for a moment. His voice was a dry croak. "Can't help it… can you?"